Shameless!!!

Qinghu watched as Guangzhang pulled the straps of her blouse little by little.

He is obviously doing the most shameless and filthy thing, and he still has a smile on his face, is he a devil?!

Grievances, fears, shocks, shame, anger...

All the emotions were wrapped together, and in Qinghu's body that didn't dare to move at all, it scurried like flames, burning and tearing her apart.

Her whole body was stiff, and she was pressed straight against the pillar, her fingers digging at the pillar, and her mouth was full of blood from her bitten lower lip.

"Help me... Who... Whoever will save me, save me..."

Qinghu didn't dare to let go of Guangzhang's hand, she kept calling that person in her heart: "Save me, Lord Guard... Help me... Guardian Lord..."

Suddenly, a shadow fell through the door.

Qinghu felt something, looked up and saw that person, tears instantly poured out, and "popped" on the back of Guangzhang's hand.

The movement in Guangzhang's hand suddenly stopped, and he slowly raised his eyes to look at Qinghu, with an inquiring gaze in his eyes that he had never seen before.

He saw Duanfeng's shadow in Qinghu's eyes, and the corners of his mouth were hooked, revealing a satisfied smile.

Guangzhang slowly leaned into Qinghu's ear, his face almost buried in Qinghu's neck, and said in a low voice: "I will come to you again, wait for me." ”

Hearing this, Qinghu took a sharp breath, the cold stinging pain cut from her throat all the way to her heart, and she covered her chest and coughed violently.

Guangzhang snorted, took away the hand that was encircling Qinghu, as if he didn't see Duanfeng, and went straight out.

End wind.

They didn't stop him.

He stood silently in place, his eyes looking at the clear lake, without any expression on his face.

The tray in his hand contained a bowl of Qinghu's favorite fish fillet porridge, and the tray and porridge were burned in the air of the falling.

Duanfeng felt that he was about to be burned by the flames, and the raging karmic fire was running wildly in his body, and he couldn't suppress it, and he couldn't find an exit. He teleported to Clear Lake and grabbed her by the neck.

His hands trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes were fixed on Qinghu.

He had only one thought, to eat her!

Eat her! Eat her now, even if it is wiped out and there will be no return, you will eat her!

He grabbed Qinghu's hand and threw her onto the bed.

At the moment when the smoke rose, Duanfeng had already summoned the gourd bed and floated in the heavenly river.

He leaned over, ripped off her clothes, and pressed Qinghu's shoulders to slap a rain-like kiss on her cold face, dripping into her neck and shoulder.

Qinghu closed his eyes, motionless and let him release his anger, and the tears in the corners of his eyes slipped silently.

All she could do in her mind was the bowl of porridge that had been burned.

How she wished that it was the Guangzhang who bullied her that was burned!

But her bodyguard.

The one who promised to protect her, the one who got angry and ran away because he didn't rely on him, the one who took her hand and said he would trust her at all times...

Did he let go of the man who bullied her, but burned her porridge?

Qinghu only felt that his chest was full of things, it was stuffed tightly, and there was no space to breathe, powerless, aggrieved, ridiculous and ridiculous.

It turns out that this person who keeps saying that he is good to himself has never believed her.

His anger was always directed at himself, and he was not the one who stood by his side.

Sure enough, the words that came out easily, the promises that looked as sweet as honey.

It is only at the moment when it is said that it can be true.

If you change the time and place, you won't count.

And I remembered it, and secretly expected him to honor it?

Qinghu's heart seemed to be grabbed by something, someone with a small knife, picking and picking and repairing, and then cutting it into bloody pieces.

Pain.

She wanted to stroke it, but her hands were weak.

Qinghu is in a trance, the promise is false, the affection is also false, such pain seems to be illusory...

If you are a doll, you must have the consciousness of a doll.

It's just a doll with no heart and no soul...

She couldn't help but laugh out loud, then the pain and anger she felt now were all fake.

All things are vain.

It's boring, this world is really boring.